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WORDS    OF    COMFORT. 

^TANDING  at  the  portal 

Of  the  opening  year, 
Words  of  comfort  meet  us, 
Hushing  every  fear; 
Spoken  through  the  silence 
By  our  Father's  voice. 
Tender,  strong,  and  faithful, 
Making  us  rejoice. 
Onward,  then,  and  fear  not, 
Children  of  the  Day ! 
For  His  word  shall  never, 
Never  pass  away ! 

Frances  Ridley  Havergal. 


Content»* 

Paee 

Words  of  Comfort 6 

Prologue — Crumbs  of  Comfort 11 

I  do  not  Ask 15 

A  Prayer 15 

What  of  That? 17 

Hope 18 

Live  It  Down 19 

Trust  in  God  and  do  the  Right .21 

What  Might  be  Done 22 

Memories 24 

An  Optimist 24 

Good  Cheer 27 

To-day  is  Ours 27 

Labor  is  Worship 29 

A  Dream  of  Souls 29 

Duty 31 

The  Sweetest  Lives 34 

A  Spring  Opening 34 

The  Law  of  Life 37 

An  Epitaph  Unchiseled 38 

Sources  of  Comfort 40 

Love's  Day 42 

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Contents. 

Page 

Gratitude 43 

What  I  Live  for 43 

What  is  Good? 45 

Successful  Lives 46 

Hawaii's  Solace 47 

His  Power 48 

Dear  Waikiki 48 

'T.  H.  V." , 50 

The  House  by  the  Side  of  the  Road 52 

The  Doctor 54 

At  Santa  Cruz 55 

A  Song  Unsung 57 

The  Daisy's  Secret 58 

Sometime 59 

A  Sermon  in  Rhyme 61 

Grief 64 

Sorrow 65 

Sympathy 65 

Friendship 67, 68 

To  My  Friend 69 

Comfort 70,  71 

If  We  Understood 72 

Sometime  We  '11  Understand 73 

Hope's  Message 75 

Brotherhood 76 

Forgiveness 76 

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Contentfi!* 

Page 

The  Sweetest  Things  of  Earth 77 

Music 78 

Ain't  any  Reason 78 

God's  Voice  in  Nature 80 

Success 80 

What  not  to  Lose 82 

Life's  Grandeur 83 

After  All 84 

Help 86 

Sow 87 

Receipt  for  Good  Times 88 

New  Year's  Greeting 89 

A  Little  Child 90 

The  Comfort  of  the  Promises 91 

Crumbs 93-112 

Twenty-third  Psalm 113 

Ninety-first  Psalm 114 


prologue* 

CRUMBS   OF   COMFORT. 

TN  the  days  of  our  childhood,  when  woes  oft 
assailed  us, 
How  quick  from  the  heart  would  all  sorrow 
rebound 
When  we  sought  the  one  refuge  that  ever  availed 
us, 
And  the  arms  of  a  mother  encompassed  us  round. 

Her  soft,  soothing  tones  assuaged  every  sorrow; 

Every  pain  disappeared  in  her  loving  embrace; 
Hope  wakened  to  show  us  a  brighter  to-morrow; 

Her  love  was  enough  every  care  to  efface. 

As  the  days  speed  along,  our  griefs  become 
stronger; 

The  burdens  grow  heavy  on  life's  rugged  road; 
The  refuge  of  childhood  is  ours  no  longer; 

No  mother  is  near  us  to  lighten  the  load . 

Uncheered,  unencouraged,  the   weight   of   life's 
burden 
Might  weigh  us  to  earth  in  utter  despair;. 

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But   ahead,   in   each   pathway,   there   shines   a 
bright  guerdon, 
Giving  strength  to  endure,  and  a  spirit  to  dare. 

The    pathway,    though    clouded,   is    constantly 
brightened 
By  comforting  words,  strong,  tender,  and  true,- — 
Words  that  many  a  load  on  bruised  shoulders 
have  lightened; 
And  this  is  the  solace  here  offered  to  you. 

The  Crumbs  gathered  here  with  infinite  pleasure, 
And  lovingly  into  this  volume  compiled, 

May  prove  to  some  sad   hearts  a  Comfort  —  a 
treasure — 
Like  that  a  fond  mother  bestows  on  her  child. 

Go  forth  on  thy  mission;  take  Comfort  to  others, 
The  weak,  the  despondent,  the  weary,  the  sad: 

Say,  "  Hope  again,  live  again,  sisters  and  brothers; 
The  sun  is  still  shining:  look  up  and  be  glad." 

C.  H.  A. 


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Ctumft0  of  Comfort 


Crumb0  of  Comfort. 

I    DO   NOT   ASK. 

T  DO  not  ask,  0  Lord,  that  life  may  be 

A  pleasant  road; 
I  do  not  ask  that  thou  wouldst  take  from  me 

Aught  of  my  load; 
I  do  not  ask  that  flowers  should  always  spring 

Beneath  my  feet; 
I  know  too  well  the  poison  and  the  sting 

Of  things  too  sweet. 
For  one  thing  only,  Lord,  dear  Lord,  I  plead: 

Lead  me  aright  — 

Though  strength  should  falter  and  though  heart 

should  bleed  — 

Through  peace  to  light. 

Christian  World. 

A    PRAYER. 

FTlEACH.me,  Father,  how  to  go 
Softly  as  the  grasses  grow; 
Hush,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  shock 
Of  the  wild  world  as  a  rock; 

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Crttmifii  of  Comfort. 


But  my  spirit,  propt  with  power, 
Make  as  simple  as  a  flower, 
Let  the  dry  heart  fill  its  cup, 
Like  a  poppy  looking  up; 
Let  life  lightly  wear  her  crown, 
Like  a  poppy  looking  down. 
When  its  heart  is  filled  with  dew, 
Ahd  its  life  begins  anew. 

Teach  me,  Father,  how  to  be 
Kind  and  patient  as  a  tree. 
Joyfully  the  crickets  croon 
Under  shady  oak  at  noon; 
Beetle,  on  his  mission  bent, 
Tarries  in  that  cooling  tent, 
Let  me,  also,  cheer  a  spot. 
Hidden  field  or  garden  grot,  — 
Place  where  passing  souls  can  rest 
On  the  way,  and  be  their  best. 

Charles  Edwin  Markham. 


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Crttmhs  of  Comfort* 


WHAT   OF   THAT? 

IRED  !  well,  what  of  that? 
Didst  fancy  life  was  spent  on  beds  of  ease, 
Fluttering  the  rose  leaves  scattered  by  the 

breeze? 
Come,  arouse  thee!  work  while  it  is  called 

to-day, 
Coward;  —  arise,  go  forth  thy  wayl 


Lonely!  and  what  of  that? 

Some  must  be  lonely;  'tis  not  given  to  all 
To  feel  a  heart  responsive  rise  and  fall,  — 
To  blend  another  life  into  its  own. 
Work  may  be  done  in  loneliness:  work  on! 

Hard!  well,  and  what  of  that? 

Didst  fancy  life  one  summer  holiday, 
With  lessons  none  to  learn,  and  naught  but 

play? 
Go,  get  thee  to  thy  task!     Conquer,  or  die! 
It  must  be  learned;  learn  it,  then,  patiently. 
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Ctttmbfii  0f  Comfort* 

Dark!  well,  and  what  of  that? 

Didst  fondly  dream  the  sun  would  never  set? 
Dost  fear  to  lose  thy  way?  Take  courage  yet. 
Learn  thou  to  walk  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight; 
Thy  steps  will  guided  be,  and  guided  right. 

No  help!  nay,  't  is  not  so; 

Though  human  help  be  far,  thy  God  is  nigh, 
Who  feeds  the  ravens,  hears  His  children  cry, 
He  's  near  thee,  wheresoe'er   thy   footsteps 

roam. 
And  He  will  guide  thee,  help  thee  home. 

Selected. 

HOPE. 

Others  have  sinned,  and  then  — 

Catching  a  glimpse  of  God's  great  love  for  men — 

Held  fast  their  hearts  from  thoughts  and  deeds 

of  ill, 
Brought  forth  to  mankind  lives  of  strong  good 

will. 

Why  should  not  I? 

Osmer  Abbott. 

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Crumbfii  of  Comfort. 


LIVE    IT    DOWN. 

TZTAS  your  life  a  bitter  sorrow? 

Live  it  down. 
Think  about  a  bright  to-morrow, 

Live  it  down. 
You  will  find  it  never  pays 
Just  to  sit,  wet-eyed,  and  gaze 
On  the  grave  of  vanished  days; 

Live  it  down. 

Is  disgrace  your  galling  burden? 

Live  it  down. 
You  can  win  a  brave  heart's  guerdon; 

Liv^it  down. 
Make  your  life  so  free  from  blame, 
That  the  luster  of  your  fame 
Shall  hide  all  the  olden  shame; 

Live  it  down. 

Has  your  heart  a  secret  trouble? 
Live  it  down. 

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Crttmlifii  of  Comfort. 

Useless  grief  will  make  it  double; 

Live  it  down. 
Do  not  water  it  with  tears; 
Do  not  feed  it  with  your  fears; 
Do  not  nurse  it  through  the  years,  — 

Live  it  down. 

Have  you  made  some  awful  error? 

Live  it  down. 
Do  not  hide  your  face  in  terror; 

Live  if  down. 

Look  the  world  square  in  the  eyes; 

Go  ahead  as  one  who  tries 

To  be  honored  ere  he  dies; 

Live  it  down. 

The  Sun. 

Come  now,  and  let  us  reason  together,  saith 
the  Lord:  though  your  sins  be  as  scarlet,  they 
shall  be  as  white  as  snow;  though  they  be  red 
like  crimson,  they  shall  be  as  wool. — Bible. 
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Crumbfii  of  Comforts 

TRUST    IN    GOD   AND    DO   THE    RIGHT. 

I^OURAGE,  brother!  do  not  stumble, 

Though  thy  path  be  dark  as  night; 
There  's  a  star  to  guide  the  humble,  — 
Trust  in  God  and  do  the  right. 

Let  the  road  be  long  and  dreary. 

And  its  ending  out  of  sight; 
Foot  it  bravely,  strong  or  weary; 

Trust  in  God  and  do  the  right. 

Perish  "  policy"  and  cunning, 

Perish  all  that  fears  the  light; 
Whether  losing,  whether  winning. 

Trust  in  God  and  do  the  right. 

Trust  no  party,  trust  no  faction, 

Trust  no  leaders  in  the  fight; 
But  in  every  word  and  action 

Trust  in  God  and  do  the  right. 

Trust  no  form  of  guilty  passion,  — 
Fiends  can  look  like  angels  bright; 

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Crumtfi!  of  Comfort. 

Trust  no  custom,  school,  or  fashion; 
Trust  in  God  and  do  the  right. 

Some  will  hate  thee,  some  will  love  thee, 
Some  will  flatter,  some  will  slight; 

Turn  from  man,  and  look  above  thee; 
Trust  in  God  and  do  the  right. 

Simple  rule  and  safest  guiding, 
Inward  peace  and  inward  light; 

Star  upon  our  path  abiding. 
Trust  in  God  and  do  the  right. 

Selected. 

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WHAT    MIGHT    BE    DONE. 

"Xi^THAT  might  be  done,  if  men  were  wise,  — 
What  glorious  deeds,  my  suffering  brother 
Would  they  unite 
In  love  and  right. 
And  cease  their  scorn  of  one  another? 

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Crtttnfifi  of  Comfort 


Oppression's  heart  might  be  imbued 
With  drops  of  loving-kindness; 
And  knowledge  pour, 
From  shore  to  shore, 
Light  on  the  eyes  of  mental  blindness. 

All  slavery,  warfare,  lies,  and  wrongs, 
All  vice  and  crime,  might  die  together; 
And  wine  and  corn, 


To  each  man  born 


Be  free  as  warmth  in  summer  weather. 

The  meanest  wretch  that  ever  trod. 
The  deepest  sunk  in  guilt  and  sorrow, 
Might  stand  erect 
In  self-respect, 
And  share  the  teeming  world  to-morrow. 

What  might  be  done?     This  might  be  done, 
And  more  than  this,  my  suffering  brother, — 

More  than  the  tongue 

E'er  said  or  sung. 

If  men  were  wise  and  loved  each  other. 

Charles  Mackay. 
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Ctttmifi  of  Comfort. 


MEMORIES. 

T   ET  Fate  do  her  worst;  there  are  relics  of  joy, 
Bright  dreams  of  the  past,  which  she  can- 
not destroy! 
Which  come  in  the  night-time  of  sorrow  and  care. 
And  bring  back  the  features  that  joy  used  to  wear. 

Long,  long  be  my  heart  with  such  memories  filled! 

Like  the  vase  in  which  roses  have  once  been  dis- 
tilled; 

You  may  break,  you  may  shatter,  the  vase,  if 
you  will, 

But  the  scent  of  the  roses  will  hang  round  it  still, 

Thomas  Moore. 

AN    OPTIMIST. 

T  KNOW,  as  my  life  grows  older, 

And  my  eyes  have  clearer  sight. 
That  under  each  rank  wrong  somewhere 
There  lies  the  root  of  right; 
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Ctttmijfli  of  Comfort, 

That  each  sorrow  has  its  purpdse, 
By  the  sorrowing  oft  unguessed; 

But  as  sure  as  the  sun  brings  morning, 
Whatever  is,  is  best. 

I  know  that  each  sinful  action, 

As  sure  as  night  brings  shade, 
Is  somewhere,  some  time,  punished, 

Though  the  hour  is  oft  delayed. 
I  know  that  the  soul  is  aided 

Sometimes  by  the  heart's  unrest. 
And  "to  grow"  means  often  to  suffer; 

But,  whatever  is,  is  best. 

I  know  there  is  no  error 

In  the  great  supernal  plan, 
And  all  things  work  together 

For  the  final  good  of  man. 
And  I  know,  when  my  soul  speeds  onward 

In  its  great  eternal  quest, 

I  shall  cry  as  I  look  backward. 

Whatever  is,  is  best. 

Selected. 

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Cttttnbi;  of  Comfort* 

Thank  the  good  Lord,  there  are  life-saving 
stations  all  along  the  shore,  and  no  wreck  was 
ever  yet  so  hopeless  but  Infinite  Love  could  set 
it  afloat  again. 

By  and  by,  when  the  rose  is  over-ripe,  or  when 
the  frosts  come  and  the  November  winds  are 
trumpeting  through  all  the  leafless  spaces  of  the 
woods,  will  be  the  time  to  die.  It  is  no  time 
now,  while  there  is  a  dark  space  left  on  earth 
that  love  can  brighten,  while  there  is  a  human 
lot  to  be  alleviated  by  a  smile,  or  a  burden  to  be 
lifted  with  a  sympathizing  tear.  It  will  be  time 
to  die  when  you  are  too  old  or  too  sick  to  be  a 
comfort  in  the  world;  but  if  God  has  given  you 
a  warm  heart  and  a  ready  hand,  look  about  you, 
and  be  glad  He  lets  you  live. — By  Amber,  in 
Rosemary  and  Rue. 

"  As  THE  day  thy  strength  shall  be ! 
This  should  be  enough  for  thee; 
He  who  knows  thy  frame  will  spare 
Burdens  more  than  thou  canst  bear." 

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Crtimija!  of  Comfort. 


GOOD   CHEER. 

T   IFE,  believe,  is  not  a  dream 

So  dark  as  sages  say; 
Oft  a  little  morning  rain 

Foretells  a  pleasant  day. 
Sometimes  there  are  clouds  of  gloom, 

But  these  are  transient  all: 
If  the  shower  will  make  the  roses  bloom, 

0,  why  lament  its  fall? 
Rapidly,  merrily, 

Life's  sunny  hours  flit  by; 
Gratefully,  cheerily. 

Enjoy  them  as  they  fly. 

Charlotte  Bronte. 


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TO-DAY    IS   OURS. 

"Y^ESTERDAY  now  is  a  part  of  forever, 

Bound  up  in  a  sheaf,  which  God  holds  tight. 
With  sad  days  and  bad  days  and  glad  days, 
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Crumbfii  of  Comfort* 

Which  never  shall  visit  us  more  with  their 

bloom  or  their  blight, 
Their  fullness  of  sunshine,  or  sorrowful  night. 

Every  day  is  a  fresh  beginning. 
Every  morn  is  a  world  made  new: 

You  who  are  weary  of  sorrow  and  sinning, 
Here  is  a  beautiful  hope  for  you, 
A  hope  for  me  and  a  hope  for  you. 

Every  day  is  a  fresh  beginning; 

Listen,  my  soul,  to  the  glad  refrain; 

And  in  spite  of  old  sorrow  and  older  sinning, 
And  troubles  forecast  and  possible  pain, 
Take  heart  with  the  day,  and  begin  again. 

Let  them  go,  since  we  cannot  relieve  them, 

Cannot  undo  and  cannot  atone: 
God  in  his  mercy  receive  them,  forgive  them, 

Only  the  new  days  are  our  own. 

To-day  is  ours,  and  ours  alone. 

Selected. 


Crtttnijfli  of  Comfort* 


LABOR    IS   WORSHIP. 

I  \ROOP  not,  though  shame,  sin,  and  anguish 

are  round  thee, 
Bravely  fling  off  the  cold  chain  that  hath  bound 

thee! 
Look  to  yon  pure  heaven  smiling  beyond  thee; 

Rest  not  content  in  thy  darkness  —  a  clod. 
Work  for  some  good,  be  it  ever  so  lowly; 
Labor!     All  labor  is  noble  and  holy; 

Let  thy  great  deeds  be  thy  prayer  to  thy  God! 

Selected. 


4W 


A   DREAM    OF   SOULS. 

T  DREAMED  I  saw  three  disembodied  souls 

Awaiting  judgment.    First  the  sinner  came, 
Who  moaned  for  his  lost  body  and  its  joys. 
Its  appetites  and  lusts.     "  In  those  desires 
Which  still  enchain  the  spirit,  lies  thy  hell,'' 
Spoke  God  in  pitying  tones.  "  Go,  wear  them  out 
In  lonely  meditation." 

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Crumbfi  of  Comfort, 

Next  I  saw 
The  righteous  man,  whose  life  had  held  no  stain, 
Because  temptation  never  crossed  his  path. 
"  Go  back  to  mortal  form,"  his  Maker  cried; 
"  Thou  hast  not  erred;  there  is  no  hell  for  thee. 
No  heaven,  because  thou  hast  not  overcome." 

Then  slow  advanced  one  who  had  fallen  low 
From  being  sorely  tried;  one  who  had  found 
How  bitter  are  the  fruits  of  sin,  and  learned, 
Through  loss  of  it,  fair  virtue's  priceless  worth. 
"  Lord,  Lord  ! "  he  cried,  "  thy  deepest,  darkest  pit 
Were  all  too  shallow  to  conceal  my  shame." 

His  maker  smiled  and  answered,  "  Soul,  arise; 
Thou  hast  obtained  the  truth;  it  matters  not 
Through  what  dark  ways  the  knowledge  came  to 

thee, 
So  thou  but  understand;  thy  hell  is  past; 
Go,  dwell  with  the  redeemed  for  evermore." 

Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox. 


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Crambfl!  of  Comfort* 


DUTY. 

^10  nigh  is  grandeur  to  our  dust, 

So  near  is  God  to  man, 

When  duty  whispers  low,  "  Thou  must," 

The  youth  repHes,  "  I  can." 

Emerson. 

"  Do  WHAT  conscience  says  is  right; 
Do  what  reason  says  is  best; 
Do  with  all  your  mind  and  might; 
Do  your  duty,  and  be  blest." 

Do  thy  duty,  that  is  best; 

Leave  unto  the  Lord  the  rest; 

Whatsoever  thing  thou  doest. 

To  the  least  of  mine,  and  lowest, 

That  thou  doest  unto  me. 

Longfellow. 

"  I  AM  glad  to  think 
I  am  not  bound  to  make  the  world  go  right, 
But  only  to  discover  and  to  do 
With  cheerful  heart  the  work  that  God  appoints." 

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Crumbg  of  Comfort. 

Be  good,  sweet  maid,  and  let  who  will  be  clever; 

Do  noble  things,  not  dream  them,  all  day  long, 
And  so  make  life,  death,  and  that  vast  forever, 

One  grand,  sweet  song.  Charles  Kingsley. 

"  Straight  is  the  line  of  duty. 
Curved  is  the  line  of  beauty; 
Follow  the  one,  and  thou  shalt  see 
The  other  bending  over  thee." 

O  WORLD  as  God  has  made  it!     All  is  beauty; 
And  knowing  this  is  love,  and  love  is  duty; 
What  further  may  be  sought  for  or  declared? 

Browning. 

We  must  make  ourselves,  or  come  to  nothing. 
We  must  swim  off,  and  not  wait  for  any  one  to 
come  and  put  corks  under  us. — John  Todd. 

He  who  does  his  part,  his  duty, 

And  to  God^s  own  cause  is  wed, 
Fills  the  world  with  joy  and  beauty; 
Thousands  from  his  store  are  fed. 

A.  M.  F. 
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Crumijg  of  Comfort. 

There  are  two  things  which  command  my 
veneration:  the  starry  universe  about  me,  and 
the  law  of  duty  in  the  mind  of  man. — Kant. 

"  The  ground  in  which  true  happiness  takes 
deepest  root,  and  from  which  it  springs  up  with 
strongest  branches,  is  the  ground  of  common, 
homely,  every-day  duties." 

To  DO  one's  next  duty  is  to  take  a  step  which 
may  always  be  taken  without  regard  to  conse- 
quences, and  there  is  no  successful  Hfe  which  is 
not  made  up  of  steps  thus  consecutively  taken. 
— /.  G.  Holland. 

The  courage  to  look  disaster  in  the  face;  to 
stand  up  bravely  in  front  of  adverse  opinions; 
to  walk  steadfastly  onward  in  the  path  of  duty, 
though  men  sneer  and  blame;  to  be  true  to 
honor  and  virtue  amid  the  sorest  temptations;  to 
do  right,  even  though  friends  and  fortune  are 
lost, — this  is  the  higher  form  of  courage;  this  is 
to  have  real  strength. —  T.  S.  Arthur. 

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Critmbg  of  Comfort. 

THE    SWEETEST    LIVES. 

FTIHE  sweetest  lives  are  those  to  duty  wed, 

Whose  deeds,  both  great  and  small, 
Are  close-knit  strands  of  an  unbroken  thread, 

Where  love  ennobles  all. 
The  world  may  sound  no  trumpets,  ring  no  belle; 
The  Book  of  Life  the  shining  record  tells. 

Thy  love  shall  chant  its  own  beatitudes. 

After  its  own  hfe-working.     A  child's  kiss 

Set  on  thy  sighing  Ups  shall  make  thee  glad; 

A  poor  man  served  by  thee  shall  make  thee  rich; 

A  sick  man  helped  by  thee  shall  make  thee  strong; 

Thou  shalt  be  served  thyself  by  every  sense 

Of  service  which  thou  renderest.        ,^      ^ 

31rs.  Browning. 

A    SPRING    OPENING. 

■  i^  ARTH  has  a  velvet  carpet. 
In  color,  emerald  green; 
She  spreads  it  in  the  springtime, 
And  waits  with  faith  serene. 

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Ctttinftfi  of  Comfort. 

Forth  come  her  trusty  servants, 

Sun,  wind,  and  gentle  rain; 
They  bring  the  precious  flowers 

To  mountain,  valley,  plain. 

They  polish  well  her  mirrors. 

Long  rivers  and  broad  lakes, 
Wake  up  the  pussy-willows. 

Unroll  the  graceful  brakes. 

They  cushion  soft  her  couches. 

Dull  stones,  and  banks,  and  knolls. 

With  moss,  and  ferns,  and  grasses; 
Come,  rest,  ye  weary  souls. 

Far  over  this  bright  carpet. 

Are  rugs  of  lupins  thrown, 
While  here  and  there  a  pillow 

Of  daisies  fair  is  shown. 

Bright  CaUfornia  poppies. 

In  shimmering  sheets  of  gold. 

Are  nature's  silken  draperies 
By  Apollo's  beams  unrolled. 

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Soft  curtains  of  wild  roses 
Hide  vase  and  jardiniere; 

Sweet  violets  and  pansies 
Of  blue  and  gold  are  there. 

The  covers  of  her  tables, 
Forget-rce-nots,  snow-white, 

Are  strewn  with  fairy  creamcups 
And  luscious  berries  bright. 

Here  columbine's  gay  goblets 
Hold  nectar,  sparkling,  rare, 

And  buttercups  all  golden 
The  morning  sunlight  bear. 

Dear,  dainty,  baby-blue-eyes, 

In  loving-cups  of  blue, 
Are  fraught  with  tender  memories; 

They  whisper  comfort  true. 

Yon  nook  is  filled  with  harebells; 

Their  music  well  I  know; 
It  floats  in  soft,  sweet  measures; 

Here  gentle  breezes  blow. 


Crumiifli  of  Comfort* 

Gay,  gladsome,  welcome  flowers, 

Spread  o'er  the  golden  West, 

They  beautify  God's  footstool. 

And  bid  the  weary  rest. 

A.  M.  F. 

THE    LAW   OF   LIFE. 

4^0  sure  as  dawn  precedes  the  hght  of  day, 

The  law  of  spirit  is  the  law  of  Hfe; 

And  he  who  claims  his  birthright  in  the  strife, 

And  Uves  in  Love,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

Shall  mount  on  eagle's  wings,  and  grasp  for  aye 

The  light  of  Hghts,  the  everlasting  hfe. 

His  heart  shall  beat  in  rhythm  new  and  rife 

As  song  of  birds  that  mate  in  early  May, 

And  singing  build,  and  building  sing  their  song 

Of  love,  and  home,  and  birdhngs  in  the  nest. 

The  earth  shall  yield  a  fruitage  yet  in  store. 

When  man  to  man  is  bound  in  friendship  strong, 

In  blessing  he  shall  be  forever  blest, 

And  loving,  he  shall  Hve  for  evermore. 

Anna  B.  Tucker. 
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AN    EPITAPH     UNCHISELED. 

"^T^ON  cloud-creped  mountains  sadly  stand 

About  thy  tomb; 
The  mountains  of  a  lonely  land 

Are  robed  in  gloom; 
Strong  oaks  drip  tears  upon  the  sod, 

On  mount,  in  dell, 
While  slender  bluebells  droop  and  nod, 

To  ring  thy  knell. 

The  sobbing  ocean  sweeps  the  bar. 

And  breaks  in  moans. 
Re-echoing  from  the  deep  afar 

Its  minor  tones; 
Along  the  reef  the  choral  waves 

Recede  and  surge. 
And  choir  with  winds,  o'er  deep  sea  graves, 

A  solemn  dirge. 

The  paling  moon  is  wrapped  in  folds 

Of  somber  cloud, 
While  o'er  still  heav'n  soft  unrolls 

Night's  specter-shroud. 

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All  things  inanimate  seem  now 

From  joy  dispart; 
Yet  sadder  far  than  these  wert  thou, 

ThoTi  broken  heart. 

Nor  nature  weeps  alone  for  kings 

Of  earth's  estate, — 
For  thee,  lone  one,  well  all  her  springs, — 

God's  truly  great. 
Beneath  the  nameless,  grassy  sod. 

May  rest  His  own, 
While  massy  shaft  proclaims,  to  God 

A  name  unknown. 

Sleep  on,  sweet  one,  'neath  sheltering  sky. 

Till  break  of  morn. 
When  unto  Him  who  reigns  on  high 

Thy  soul  is  borne; 
Till  when,  in  crucible  of  Time, 

Death  be  dissolved; 
Thy  griefs  transformed  to  joys  subhme, — 

Life's  mystery  solved. 

/.  G.  J. 


Crumiifi!  of  Comfort. 


SOURCES   OF   COMFORT. 

A    RE  you  weary,  sad,  and  lonely? 
Does  the  world  no  comfort  give? 
Do  the  eager,  struggling  millions 
Care  not  lest  you  die  or  live? 

Is  there  not  a  fellow-being 

Who  seeks  naught  but  selfish  gain? 
Are  there  none  to  heed  your  sorrow? 

Must  your  pleadings  be  in  vain? 

Aye,  alas!  there  's  none,  you  answer, — 

None  to  pity,  none  to  love; 
'T  is  a  cold,  cold  world  to  live  in; 

E'en  the  clouds  are  dark  above. 

Have  you  dreamed  what  made  you  lonely. 
Why  the  world  congealed  appears? 

Ask  yourself,  and  in  the  answer 
Read  the  meaning  of  your  tears. 

Is  there  one  lone,  weary  watcher 
By  some  ling'ring  bed  of  pain, 

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Crumbfli  of  Comfort. 

You  have  sent  to  rest  and  slumber 
While  his  vigil  you  maintain? 

Does  the  fever-tortured  brother 
Know  your  touch  upon  his  brow? 

Do  the  orphan  and  the  widow 
Find  a  father  in  you  now? 

Does  the  ragged  little  urchin 

Wait  your  smile  upon  the  street? 

Does  some  burden-hearted  stranger 
In  your  ear  his  tale  repeat? 

Do  the  erring  and  repentant 

Find  a  solace  in  your  prayer, 
And  encouraged  by  your  kindness, 

Rise  from  out  their  dark  despair?. 

Nay,  not  so — I  read  your  answer — 

None  you  pity,  love,  forgive; 
Then  I  ask  you,  "  Can  you  ever 

Hope  for  comfort  while  you  live?  " 

Letitia  Mackay -Walker. 

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Crttmlifl;  of  Comfort, 


LOVE'S    DAY. 

f  llHE  morn  is  breaking, 
But  ohl  so  wearily. 
My  love  is  away. 
The  sun  climbs  drearily 
Up  the  steep  mountain 
To  bring  us  the  day. 

Sun,  dost  thou  see  him? 
Go  to  him  cheerily. 

Shine  with  thy  might. 
Play  with  him  merrily, 
Make  happy  his  day, 

While  with  me  it  is  night. 

Go  to  him,  say  to  him, 
Life  is  all  night  to  me 

When  love  is  away. 
Bring  my  love  back  to  me 
O'er  the  wide  ocean. 

And  with  him,  my  day. 

Laura  R.  Brotherton. 

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GRATITUDE. 

"XAXHEN  I  remember  how  our  days  go  by, 

With  more  of  happiness  in  them  than  woe 
And  how  through  ev'ry  moment  joy  does  flow, 
But  notwithstanding  this,  we  groan  and  sigh, 
And  constantly  in  bitter  tones  reply, 
And  angrily  complain  at  Fate's  hard  blow, — 
I  wonder  God  still  keeps  and  loves  us  so; 
That  He,  with  patience,  hears  the  world's  dull  cry. 
Oh,  why  complain,  when  all  around  is  found 
God's  greatest  gift  of  life  in  fullest  sense, 
And  so  much  joy  we  have  not  time  for  grief. 
No  time  for  groans,  or  low,  dull,  bitter  sound? 
But  rather  only  joy  to  Him,  from  whence 
Come  our  great  happiness  and  our  belief. 

Agnes  D.  Mason. 

WHAT    I    LIVE  FOR. 

TT  LIVE  for  those  who  love  me. 

Whose  hearts  are  kind  and  true; 
For  the  heaven  that  smiles  above  me, 
And  awaits  my  spirit  too; 

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For  all  human  ties  that  bind  me, 
For  the  task  my  God  assigned  me, 
For  the  bright  hopes  left  behind  me, 
And  the  good  that  I  can  do. 

I  live  to  learn  their  story, 
Who  suffered  for  my  sake; 

To  emulate  their  glory, 
And  follow  in  their  wake; 

Bards,  patriots,  martyrs,  sages, 

The  noble  of  all  ages. 

Whose  deeds  crown  history's  pages. 
And  Time's  great  volume  make. 

I  live  to  hail  that  season, 

By  gifted  minds  foretold. 
When  man  shall  live  by  reason, 

And  not  alone  by  gold; 
When  man  to  man  united. 
And  every  wrong  thing  righted. 
The  whole  world  shall  be  lighted 

As  Eden  was  of  old. 

I  live  for  those  who  love  me, 
For  those  who  know  me  true; 
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Crumbfi;  of  Comfort. 

For  the  heaven  that  smiles  above  me, 

And  awaits  my  spirit  too; 

For  the  cause  that  needs  assistance, 

For  the  wrongs  that  need  resistance, 

For  the  future  in  the  distance, 

And  the  good  that  I  can  do. 

Selected. 

WHAT    IS    GOOD? 

"  "TV/'HAT  is  the  real  good?  " 

I  asked  in  musing  mood. 
"  Order,"  said  the  court; 
"  Knowledge,"  said  the  school; 
"  Truth,"  said  the  wise  man; 
"  Pleasure,"  said  the  fool; 
"  Love,"  said  the  maiden; 
'^  Beauty,"  said  the  page; 
"  Freedom,"  said  the  dreamer; 
"  Home,"  said  the  sage; 
"  Fame,"  said  the  soldier; 
"  Equity,"  said  the  seer. 
Spake  my  heart  full  sadly, 
"  The  answer  is  not  here." 
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Crumfefi  of  Comfort, 

Then  within  my  bosom 

Softly  this  I  heard, 

"  Each  heart  holds  the  secret; 

^  Kindness '  is  the  word." 

Selected. 

SUCCESSFUL   LIVES. 
rflHEY  may  not  shed  a  radiant  light 

Upon  the  human  firmament, 
Nor  flash  a  name  that  shall  incite 
Our  wonder,  like  a  meteor  sent. 
Above  the  crowd  they  may  not  rise 

By  dint  of  wealth,  or  deed  of  fame, 
Nor  lean  upon  the  treasured  guise 
Of  some  renowned  ancestral  name; 

But  somewhere,  somewhere,  patiently, 

By  quiet  heroism  led. 
They  live  their  lives,  day  after  day. 

With  hearts  by  selfish  greed  ne'er  fed. 
As  true  to  life's  best  aims  are  they 

As  is  the  needle  to  the  star. 
'T  is  these,  methinks  the  angels  say, 

Whose  lives  the  most  successful  are. 

Katherine  H.  Terry. 
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HAWAII'S   SOLACE. 

XTAWAII  Nei, 

Thy  song  and  lei 
Of  native  art 
Give  peace  in  part 
To  aching  heart. 

Thy  mountains  high, 
Thy  changeful  sky, 
Thy  soothing  seas, 
Thy  gentle  breeze, 
All  rest  and  please. 


Hope  whispers  low 
Where  breezes  blow. 
Faith,  steadfast,  calm, 
'Neath  royal  palm. 
Pours  forth  her  balm. 

Love  circles  round 
Thy  lava  bound. 
Dear  Isles  of  West, 
Give  what  is  best, 
Of  peace  and  rest. 

A.  M.  F. 

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HIS    POWER. 
rilHEN  sing,  0  Israel,  your  triumph  song, 

Your  prophecies  shall  echo   through  the 
earth; 
Your  shouts  of  joy  the  eons  shall  prolong 
While  countless  millions   sing  of   Freedom's 
birth. 

For  Christ  shall  reign,  and  nations  shall  arise, 
And  wars  and  tumult,  revolution  dire. 

While  struggling  man  casts  off  the  tyrant's  chain, 
And  God  leads  on  through  flood,  and  cloud, 
and  fire. 

Yea,  still  He  leads.     Behold  His  guiding  cloud  I 
Behold  the  waters  parted  for  our  feet. 

And  tremble  not,  though  roar  the  tempests  loud; 
The  bitter  wells  His  power  will  turn  to  sweet. 

Jessie  Norton. 

DEAR   WAIKIKI. 
fXlHE  sunny  beach  of  Waikiki 

Is  dear  to  me. 
The  opals  of  the  clouds  and  hills, 
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The  blues  and  purples  of  the  sea, 
The  cocoa  palm  and  kiawe  tree, 
Mean  home  to  me. 

The  natives  fishing  near  the  shore 

Are  friends  of  yore. 
Their  childlike  prattle  as  they  stand, 
Or  stoop  to  spear  the  startled  fish, 
In  friendliness  still  greets  my  ears. 

As  in  past  years. 

The  fringing  shadows  of  the  shore 

I  know  of  yore. 
Oft  in  their  shelter  I  have  lain. 
And  dreamed  of  lands  across  the  sea. 
And  half  forgot  the  subtle  charm 

Of  Waikiki. 

The  ocean's  song  of  other  years 

Is  in  my  ears. 
I  hear  it  as  it  strikes  the  reef. 
And  dances  inward  toward  the  shore. 
And  sports  itself  upon  the  sand 

Of  that  dear  land. 

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0  sunny  land!     0  land  of  shade! 

OWaikiki! 

The  clouds,  and  hills,  and  sapphire  sea. 

Are  full  of  harmonies  for  me. 

The  thought  of  thee  can  make  me  glad. 

Dear  Waikiki ! 

Anna  B.  Tucker. 

*> 

Do  NOT  think  that  nothing  is  happening  be- 
cause you  do  not  see  yourself  grow,  or  hear  the 
whirr  of  the  machinery.  All  great  things  grow 
noiselessly.  You  can  see  a  mushroom  grow, 
but  never  a  child.  Mr.  Darwin  tells  us  that 
evolution  proceeds  by  "  numerous,  successive, 
and  slight  modifications." — Drummond. 

"F.    H.   V." 

TT"  AVE  you  seen  this  dark-robed  preacher, 

Heard  his  Belgian  accent  low, 
Met  the  father,  brother,  teacher. 
Friend  to  all  in  weal  or  woe? 
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Doctor,  lawyer,  merchant,  tailor, 
Greet  him  gladly  through  the  year; 

Planter,  fireman,  soldier,  sailor, 
Know  his  heart  is  full  of  cheer. 

Pagan,  Protestant, .and  Catholic 

Willing  hands  to  him  extend; 
Plague  and  cholera  epidemic 

Proved  him  man's  devoted  friend. 

At  the  funeral,  wedding,  christening, 

See  his  priestly  face  benign; 
Ah!  a  congregation's  listening 

To  his  voice,  clear,  sweet,  divine. 

With  the  poor,  the  weak,  the  sighing, 

Does  he  gladly  intermix; 
O'er  the  bedside  of  the  dying 

Now  he  bends  with  crucifix. 

Worldly  ways  and  sin  and  sorrow 
To  this  priest  are  all  confessed; 

Strength  he  gives  for  life's  to-morrow; 
Blessing,  he  himself  is  blessed. 

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Hear  his  tender  words  of  pleading, 
"  Father,  heal  their  every  wound; 

Comfort  hearts  all  bruised  and  bleeding, 
Let  them  be  with  Thine  attuned." 

Work  on,  pray  on,  friend  and  brother, 

Christ's  disciple,  firm  and  fit. 
Preach  to  child,  to  father,  mother, 

What  is  told  in  Holy  Writ. 

In  the  home,  the  church,  the  college, 
Gladden,  strengthen,  with  thy  voice; 

In  thy  love,  thy  faith,  thy  knowledge, 
May  thy  people  long  rejoice! 

A.  M.  F. 

THE   HOUSE    BY   THE   SIDE   OF   THE    ROAD. 

He  was  a  friend  to  man,  and  lived  in  a  house  by  the 
side  of  the  road. — Homer. 

rilHERE  are  hermit  souls  that  live  withdrawn, 

In  the  place  of  their  self-content; 
There  are  souls  like  stars,  that  dwell  apart. 
In  a  fellowless  firmament; 

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There  are  pioneer  souls  that  blaze  their  path, 

Where  highways  never  ran — 
But  let  me  live  by  the  side  of  the  road 

And  be  a  friend  to  man. 

Let  me  live  in  a  house  by  the  side  of  the  road, 

Where  the  race  of  men  go  by  — 
The  men  who  are  good,  and  the  men  who  are  bad, 

As  good  and  as  bad  as  I. 
I  would  not  sit  in  the  scorner's  seat 

Or  hurl  the  cynic's  ban — 
Let  me  live  in  a  house  by  the  side  of  the  road 

And  be  a  friend  to  man. 

I  see  from  my  house  by  the  side  of  the  road, 
By  the  side  of  the  highway  of  life, 

The  men  who  press  with  the  ardor  of  hope. 
The  men  who  are  faint  with  strife. 

But  I  turn  not  away  from  their  smiles  or  their 
tears, 
Both  parts  of  an  infinite  plan — 

Let  me  live  in  my  house  by  the  side  of  the  road 

And  be  a  friend  to  man. 

Sam  Walter  Foss, 

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THE    DOCTOR. 
"VAXHO  tries  to  cure  our  many  ills 

By  giving  tonics,  powders,  pills? 
Who  causes  us  to  run  such  bills? 

The  Doctor. 

Who  listens  to  our  many  woes, 
And  all  our  little  secrets  knows? 
Who  kindness  to  us  ever  shows? 

The  Doctor. 

Who  gives  the  stranger  welcome  hand. 
And  helps  him  well  to  understand 
The  many  customs  of  the  land? 

The  Doctor. 

Who  to  stern  duty  early  woke, 

And  does  not  gamble,  drink,  or  smoke? 

Who  likes  to  go,  to  sing,  to  joke? 

The  Doctor. 

Who  at  the  door  of  wisdom  knocks. 
Yet  sometimes  deals  in  sugar  stocks? 
Who  in  the  boat  of  fortune  rocks? 

The  Doctor. 
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Who  in  life's  daily  strife  and  din 
Sees  much  of  sorrow,  want,  and  sin, 
And  hearkens  to  "  the  voice  within  "? 

The  Doctor. 

Who  listens,  feels,  and  does  the  right. 
Makes  life  for  others  cheerful,  bright? 
Who  is  it  that  we  envy  quite? 

The  Doctor. 

A.  M.  F. 

AT   SANTA   CRUZ. 

A   LONG  the  beach  at  Santa  Cruz 

I  wandered  one  fair,  dream-like  day; 
And  life  all  sadness  seemed  to  lose. 
Beside  the  Bay  of  Monterey. 

The  long,  gray  reach  of  sanded  shore, 

The  glinting  of  the  sunlit  bay, 
The  breakers  chanting  evermore. 

The  mountains  stretching  far  away,  — 

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Their  memory  shall  not  pass  away; 

I  know  my  life  can  never  lose 
The  rapture  of  that  perfect  day 

Beside  the  sea  at  Santa  Cruz. 

And  oft  in  dreams  I  tread  the  shore, 
In  haunting  dreams  of  Night  or  Day, 

And  watch  the  lights  that  evermore 
Creep  up  the  Bay  of  Monterey. 

When  mystic  gates  swing  out  for  me, 
And  I  would  put  life's  flower  away, 

I  'd  be  beside  this  sunlit  sea, 

And  pass  to  heaven  some  dream-like  day. 

C.  S.  Walter. 

"  To  LOVE  abundantly  is  to  live  abundantly, 
and  to  love  forever  is  to  live  forever." 

"He  needs  no  other  rosary,  whose  thread  of 
life  is  strung  with  the  beads  of  love  and  thought." 


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A   SONG    UNSUNG. 

T  WOULD  write  a  song,  and  the  world  should 
^        Ust— 

Should  listen  in  raptured  awe; 
For  if  I  may  fashion  a  country's  songs, 
I  lessen  its  burdens  and  right  its  wrongs. 

Whoever  may  make  its  law. 

Yet  in  all  my  life  I  have  never  thought 
What  has  not  been  thought  of  yore; 

To  others  I  teach  what  I  have  been  taught; 

And  the  finest  work  I  ever  wrought, 
Has  better  been  wrought  before. 

But  the  work  goes  on,  spite  of  songs  unsung; 

One  man  for  each  age  is  bard; 
My  strains  unuttered  shall  make  life  sweet, 
Its  harmony  perfect,  its  song  complete, 

By  never  a  discord  marred. 

Laura  B.  Everett. 


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THE    DAISY'S   SECRET. 

T^AISY,  pretty  daisy, 

Sweet  spirit  of  the  dell, 
Long  have  I  sought  to  find  thee  here; 
Thou  canst  a  secret  tell. 

One  by  one,  poor  daisy, 

Thy  petals  fly  away, 
And  tell  a  secret  as  they  go. 

What  is  it,  daisy?     Say! 

Tell  the  answer  truly. 

Which  is  it,  yes  or  no? 
O  daisy,  canst  thou  give  me  hope? 

Hast  naught  for  me  but  woe? 

Ah,  daisy,  gentle  daisy, 

Quickly  the  tale  relate. 
('Tis  hard  to  lose  thine  own  sweet  life 

Telling  another's  fate.) 

Tell  it  to  me  softly; 
I  am  all  eagerness. 

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Quick!  for  thy  life  is  ebbing  fast, — 
Thy  last  breath  whispers — "  Yes  !" 

0  happy,  happy  daisy! 

Thou  didst  ease  another's  pain. 
Because  thou  gav'st  to  one  soul  hope. 

Thy  life  's  not  been  in  vain. 

Laura  E.  Brotherton. 

SOMETIME. 

^OMETIME,  when  all  life's  lessons  have  been 

learned. 
And  sun  and  stars  for  evermore  have  set, 
The  things  which  our  weak  judgments  here  have 

spurned. 
The  things  o'er  which  we   grieved  with  lashes 

wet. 
Will  flash  before  us,  out  of  life's  dark  night. 
As  stars  shine  most  in  deeper  tints  of  blue; 
And  we  shall  see  how  all  God's  plans  are  right. 
And  how  what  seemed  reproof  was  love  most  true. 

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CrttinijB  of  Comfort, 

And  we  shall  see  how,  while  we  frown  and  sigh, 
God's  plan  goes  on  as  best  for  you  and  me; 
How,  when  we  called.  He  heeded  not  our  cry, 
Because  His  wisdom  to  the  end  could  see. 
And  even  as  wise  parents  disallow 
Too  much  of  sweet  to  craving  babyhood, 
So  God,  perhaps,  is  keeping  from  us  now 
Life's  sweetest  things,  because  it  seemeth  good. 

And  if,  sometimes,  commingled  with  life  s  wine, 
We  find  the  wormwood,  and  rebel  and  shirk, 
Be  sure  a  wiser  hand  than  yours  or  mine 
Pours  out  this  portion  for  our  lips  to  drink. 
And  if  some  friend  is  lying  low, 
Where  human  kisses  cannot  reach  his  face. 
Oh,  do  not  blame  the  loving  Father  so,   , 
But  bear  your  sorrow  with  obedient  grace! 

And  you  shall   shortly  know  that   lengthened 

breath 
Is  not  the  sweetest  gift  God  sends  His  friend, 
And  that,  sometimes,  the  sable  pall  of  death 
Conceals  the  fairest  born  His  love  can  send. 

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If  we  could  push  ajar  the  gates  of  life, 
And  stand  within,  and  all  God's  workings  see, 
We  could  interpret  all  this  doubt  and  strife, 
And  for  each  mystery  could  find  a  key ! 

But  not  to-day.     Then  be  content,  poor  heart! 
God's  plans,  like  lilies  pure  and  white,  unfold. 
We  must  not  tear  the  close-shut  leaves  apart. 
Time  will  reveal  the  calyxes  of  gold, 
And  if,  through  patient  toil,  we  reach  the  land 
With  tired  feet,  with  sandals  loose  may  rest, 
When  we  shall  clearly  see  and  understand, 
I  think  that  we  shall  say,  God  knew  best! 

Selected. 


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A   SERMON    IN    RHYME. 

TF  you  have  a  friend  worth  loving, 

Love  him.     Yes,  and  let  him  know 
That  you  love  him,  ere  life's  evening 
Tinge  his  brow  with  sunset  glow. 
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Why  should  good  words  ne'er  be  said 
Of  a  friend  till  he  is  dead? 

If  you  hear  a  song  that  thrills  you, 

Sung  by  any  child  of  song, 
Praise  it.     Do  not  let  the  singer 

Wait  deserved  praises  long. 
Why  should  one  who  thrills  your  heart 

Lack  the  joy  you  may  impart? 

If  you  hear  a  prayer  that  moves  you 
By  its  humble,  pleading  tone, 

Join  it.     Do  not  let  the  seeker 
Bow  before  his  God  alone. 

Why  should  not  your  brother  share 

The  strength  of  "two  or  three"  in  prayer? 

If  you  see  the  hot  tears  falling 

From  a  brother's  eyes. 
Share  them.     And  by  sharing, 

Own  your  kinship  to  the  skies. 
Why  should  any  one  be  glad 

When  a  brother's  heart  is  sad? 
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If  a  silvery  laugh  is  rippling 

Through  the  sunshine  on  his  face, 

Share  it.     'T  is  the  wise  man's  saying  — 
For  both  grief  and  joy  a  place. 

There  's  health  and  goodness  in  the  mirth 
In  which  an  honest  laugh  has  birth. 

If  your  work  is  made  more  easy 

By  a  friendly,  helping  hand, 
Say  so.     Speak  out  brave  and  truly 

Ere  the  darkness  veil  the  land. 
Should  a  brother  workman  dear 

Falter  for  a  word  of  cheer? 

Scatter  thus  your  seeds  of  kindness, 

All  enriching  as  you  go; 
Leave  them.     Trust  the  Harvest-giver, 

He  will  make  each  seed  to  grow; 
So,  until  its  happy  end, 

Your  life  shall  never  lack  a  friend. 

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GRIEF. 

T   ET  our  unceasing,  earnest  prayer 

Be,  too,  for  light,  for  strength  to  bear 
Our  portion  of  the  weight  of  care 
That  crushes  into  dumb  despair, 
One  half  the  human  race. 

*0  SUFFERING,  sad  humanity! 

0  ye  afflicted  ones,  who  lie 
Steep'd  to  the  lips  in  misery, 
Longing,  and  yet  afraid  to  die, 
Patiently,  though  sorely  tried! 

1  pledge  you  in  this  cup  of  grief, 
Where  floats  the  fennel's  bitter  leaf  I 
The  battle  of  our  life  is  brief, 

The  alarm,  the  struggle,  the  relief; 
Then  sleep  we  side  by  side. 

Longfellow. 


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SORROW. 

TN  the  cruel  fire  of  sorrow 

Cast  thy  heart;  do  not  faint  or  wail; 
Let  thy  heart  be  firm  and  steady, 
Do  not  let  thy  spirit  quail; 
But  wait  till  the  trial  be  over 
And  take  thy  heart  again; 
For  as  gold  is  tried  by  fire, 
A  heart  must  be  tried  by  pain. 

Adelaide  M.  Proctor. 

Big  words  do  not  smite  Uke  war-clubs; 
Boastful  breath  is  not  a  bow-string; 
Taunts  are  not  as  sharp  as  arrows; 
Deeds  are  better  things  than  words  are. 
Actions  mightier  than  boastings! 

Longfellow. 

SYMPATHY. 
rilHOSE  to  whom  in  our  suffering  we  turn  for 
sympathy  become  hallowed  beings.     Saints 
they  may  not  be;  but  for  want  of  a  better  name, 

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saints  they  are  to  us,  gracious  and  lovely  pres- 
ences. The  great  time  Eternity,  and  the  great 
space  Death,  could  not  rob  them  of  their  saint- 
ship;  for  they  were  canonized  by  our  bitterest 
tears. — Beatrice  Harraden. 

Hope  may  enable  us  to  struggle  on,  and  begin 
again  if  we  fail,  but  we  need  sympathy.  Then 
one  must  be  selfish  indeed  to  wish  to  succeed 
just  for  the  sake  of  success,  without  a  wish  that 
others  could  share  in  the  prosperity.  Can  you 
not  realize  how  much  better  the  world  is  that 
there  is  true  friendship?  That  it  does  exist  I 
know,  and  that  it  will  exist  until  time  shall  end 
I  as  truly  believe. —  *S'.  D.  Mclntyre. 

"  High  thoughts  and  noble  in  all  lands 
Help  me;  my  soul  is  fed  by  such. 
But  ah,  the  touch  of  hps  and  hands — 

The  human  touch! 
Warm,  vital,  close,  life's  symbols  dear, — 
These  need  I  most,  and  now,  and  here." 
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FRIENDSHIP. 

~1~  IFE,  to  be  rich  and  fertile,  must  be  reinforced 
with  friendship.  It  is  the  sap  that  pre- 
serves from  blight  and  withering;  it  is  the  sun- 
shine that  beckons  on  the  blossoming  and  fruit- 
age; it  is  the  starlight  dew  that  perfumes  life 
with  sweetness  and  besprinkles  it  with  splendor; 
it  is  the  music-tide  that  sweeps  the  soul,  scatter- 
ing treasures;  it  is  the  victorious  and  blessed 
leader  of  integrity's  forlorn  hope;  it  is  the  potent 
alchemy  that  transmutes  failure  into  success;  it 
is  the  hidden  manna  that  nourishes  when  all 
other  sustenance  fails;  it  is  the  voice  that 
speaks  to  hopes  all  dead,  "Because  I  live,  ye 
shall  live  also."  For  the  loftiest  friendships 
have  no  commercial  element  in  them;  they  are 
founded  on  disinterestedness  and  sacrifices.  They 
neither  expect  nor  desire  a  return  for  gift  or  ser- 
vice. Amid  the  tireless  breaking  of  the  billows 
on  the  shores  of  experience,  there  is  no  surer 
anchorage  than  a  friendship  that  "  beareth  all 
things,  believeth  all  things,  hopeth  all  things." 
—  Sarah  B.  Cooper. 

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A  TIME  comes  in  every  human  friendship  when 
you  must  go  down  into  the  depths  of  yourself, 
and  lay  bare  what  is  there  to  your  friend,  and 
wait  in  fear  for  his  answer;  it  must  be  done,  if 
the  friendship  is  to  be  worth  the  name.  You 
must  find  what  is  there,  at  the  very  root  and  bot- 
tom of  one  another's  hearts;  and  if  you  are  at 
one  there,  nothing  on  earth  can,  or  at  least  ought 
to,  sunder  you. — Hughes. 


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FRIENDSHIP. 

"TVTHEREOF  the  man,  that  with  me  trod 
This  planet,  was  a  nobler  type 
Appearing  ere  the  time  was  ripe, 

That  friend  of  mine  who  lives  in  God. 


That  God,  which  ever  lives  and  loves, 
One  God,  one  law,  one  element, 
And  one  far-off  divine  event, 

To  which  the  whole  creation  moves. 

Tennyson, 


CtttmbfiJ  0f  Comfort* 

I  AWOKE  this  morning  with  devout  thanksgiv- 
ing for  my  friends,  the  old  and  the  new.  Shall  I 
not  call  God  the  Beautiful,  who  daily  showeth 
Himself  so  to  me  in  His  gifts? — Emerson. 

TO    MY    FRIEND. 

"/^  OD  never  loved  me  in  so  sweet  a  way  before. 
'T  is  He  alone  who  can  such  blessings  send. 
And  when  His  love  would  new  expression  find, 
He  brought  thee  to  me,  and  He  said,  '  Behold  a 
friend.'" 

"  Friendship,  peculiar  boon  of  heaven, 
The  noble  mind's  delight  and  pride, 
To  men  and  angels  only  given. 
To  all  the  lower  world  denied." 

And  Ruth  said,  "  Entreat  me  not  to  leave  thee 
or  to  return  from  the  following  after  thee:    for 


Crumbfli  of  Comfort 

whither  thou  goest,  I  will  go;  and  where  thou 
lodgest,  I  will  lodge:  thy  people  shall  be  my  peo- 
ple, and  thy  God  my  God :  Where  thou  diest,  will 
I  die,  and  there  will  I  be  buried :  the  Lord  do  so 
to  me,  and  more  also,  if  aught  but  death  part  thee 
and  me." — Bihle. 

COMFORT. 

rpHERE  'S  comfort  in  childhood. 

In  manhood,  in  youth; 
There  's  comfort  in  friendship, 
In  love,  and  in  truth. 

There  's  comfort  in  country, 

In  home,  and  in  creed; 
There 's  comfort  in  doing 

For  people  in  need. 

There  's  comfort  in  genius, 

In  talent,  in  strength; 
There 's  comfort  in  progress. 

Through  earth's  breadth  and  length. 

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There  's  comfort  in  science, 

In  industry,  art; 
There  's  comfort  in  using 

The  head,  hand,  and  heart. 

There  's  comfort  in  freedom, 

Religion,  and  health; 
There  's  comfort  in  gaining, 

By  honesty,  wealth. 

There 's  comfort  in  justice. 

In  equity,  fame; 
There 's  comfort  in  bearing 

Through  life  a  good  name. 

A.  M.  F. 


COMFORT. 

TTAS  the  nest  thou  builded  lately 

Been  by  rude  winds  blown  away? 
Under  loving  wings  I  '11  take  thee; 

I  'm  the  Way. 
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Art  discouraged  looking,  seeking, 
Wishing,  longing  for  the  proof? 
Come  to  me,  and  learn  in  coming; 

I  'm  the  Truth. 

Does  thy  Ufe  seem  dead  or  dying? 
Art  thou  worsted  in  the  strife? 
Do  not  miss  the  joy  of  living; 

I  'm  the  Life. 

Do  not  doubt  the  truth  of  being, 
Dark  the  night  before  dayhght. 
I  will  be  thy  shield  and  buckler; 

I  'm  the  Light. 
A.  B.  T. 

4W 


IF   WE    UNDERSTOOD. 

/^OULD  we  but  draw  back  the  curtains 

That  surround  each  other's  lives, 
See  the  naked  heart  and  spirit. 
Know  what  spur  the  action  gives, 
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Often  we  should  find  it  better, 
Purer  than  we  think  we  would; 

We  should  love  each  other  better, 
If  we  only  understood. 

Ah  I  we  judge  each  other  harshly, 

Knowing  not  life's  hidden  force, 
Knowing  not  the  fount  of  action 

Is  less  turbid  at  its  source. 
Seeing  not  amid  the  evil 

All  the  golden  grains  of  good; 
Oh !  we  'd  love  each  other  better 

If  we  only  understood. 

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SOMETIME   WE  'LL   UNDERSTAND. 

nVTOT  now,  but  in  the  coming  years. 

It  may  be  in  the  better  land, 
We  '11  read  the  meaning  of  our  tears, 
And  there,  sometime,  we  '11  understand. 
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Then  trust  in  God  through  all  thy  days; 

Fear  not,  for  He  doth  hold  thy  hand ; 
The'  dark  thy  way,  still  sing  and  praise; 

Sometime,  sometime,  we'll  understand. 

We  '11  catch  the  broken  threads  again, 
And  finish  what  we  here  began ; 

Heaven  will  the  mysteries  explain, 
And  then,  ah,  then,  we'll  understand. 

We  '11  know  why  clouds  instead  of  sun 
Were  over  many  a  cherished  plan; 

Why  song  has  ceased  when  scarce  begun; 
'Tis  there,  sometime,  we  '11  understand. 

Why  what  we  long  for  most  o  f  all 
Eludes  so  oft  our  eager  hand, 

Why  hopes  are  crushed  and  castles  fall, 
Up  there,  sometime,  we  '11  understand. 

God  knows  the  way,  He  holds  the  ke  y, 
He  guides  us  with  unerring  hand; 

Sometime,  with  tearless  eyes,  we'll  see; 
Yes,  there,  up  there,  we  '11  understand. 

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Then  trust  in  God  through  all  thy  days; 

Fear  not,  for  He  doth  hold  thy  hand ; 
Tho'  dark  thy  way,  still  sing  and  praise; 

Sometime,  sometime,  we  '11  understand. 

Copyright,  1891,  by  James  McGranahan.    Used  from  Gospel  Hymns 
1-6,  by  permission. 

HOPE'S    MESSAGE. 

"X^ILD  heart,  be  still! 

^^     Why  throb  and  thrill? 
Mad  passion,  cease! 
Come,  Princess  Peace, 
Soothe  —  pain,  release! 

Bring  needed  rest 
To  Sorrow's  breast. 
Soul,  do  not  fret! 
*'  Take  courage  yet; 
Thy  sun  's  not  set." 

Hope  whispers,  "  Rise, 

Be  earnest,  wise! 

Thy  burden  bear 

With  beauty  rare; 

Make  life  a  pray'r." 

A.  M.  F. 
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BROTHERHOOD. 

rr^HEN,  brother  man,  fold  to  thy  heart  thy 

brother; 
For  where  love  dwells,  the  peace  of  God  is  there. 
To  worship  rightly  is  to  love  each  other. 
Each  smile  a  hymn,  each  kindly  deed  a  prayer. 

Whittier. 


Jfa? 


FORGIVENESS. 

"IVrO  forgiveness  comes  without  a  struggle, 

Be  it  seen  or  hid  from  human  eyes; 
There  is  no  oil  poured  out  to  sooth  a  trouble, 
To  heal  a  wound  of  much  or  little  size; 
There  is  no  peace  or  reconciliation 
That  comes  to  man,  whatever  cause  he  may  de- 
fend,— 
But  has  its  aftermath,  its  alternations. 
That  must  be  fought  out  to  the  bitter  end. 

Letitia  Mackay- Walker. 


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THE  SWEETEST  THINGS  OF  EARTH. 

'T^THAT  are  the  sweetest  things  of  earth? 
Lips  that  can  praise  a  rival's  worth; 
A  fragrant  rose  that  hides  no  thorn; 
Riches  of  gold  untouched  by  scorn; 
A  happy  little  child  asleep; 
Eyes  that  can  smile,  though  they  may  weep; 
A  brother's  cheer;  a  father's  praise; 
The  minstrelsy  of  summer  days; 
A  heart  where  never  anger  burns; 
A  gift  that  looks  for  no  returns; 
Wrong's  overthrow;  pain's  swift  release; 
Dark  footsteps  guided  into  peace; 
The  light  of  love  in  lover's  eyes; 
Age  that  is  young  as  well  as  wise ; 
An  honest  hand  that  needs  no  word; 
A  hfe  with  right  in  true  accord; 
A  hope-bud  waxing  into  joy; 
A  happiness  without  alloy; 
A  mother's  kiss;  a  baby's  mirth,  — 
These  are  the  sweetest  things  of  earth. 

By  permission  of  the  author.  Emma  C.   Dowd. 

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MUSIC. 

/^   LULL  me,  lull  me,  charming  air! 

My  senses  rock  with  wonder  sweet! 
Like  snow  on  wool  thy  fallings  are; 
Soft,  like  a  spirit's,  are  thy  feet. 
Grief  who  need  fear 
That  hath  an  ear? 
Down  let  him  lie, 
And  slumbering  die, 
And  change  his  soul  for  harmony. 

John  Dryden. 

AIN'T   ANY    REASON. 

A   IN'T  any  reason  in  bein'  proud. 

Too  fine  to  go  with  the  rest  of  the  crowd; 

Ain't  any  reason  in  bein'  shy. 

World  ain't  waitin'  for  you  to  pass  by; 

Ain't  any  reason  for  bein'  a  shirk, 
Clappin'  for  somebody  else  to  work; 
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Crttmb0  of  Comfort. 

Ain't  any  reason  for  not  bein'  glad, — 
Ain't  this  life  the  best  you  have  had? 

Ain't  any  reason  for  bein'  afraid 

Something  '11  happen — 't  ain't  all  down  grade; 

Ain't  any  reason  in  talkin'  fast, 

The  little  you  've  got  to  say  won't  last; 

Ain't  any  reason  in  not  lookin'  up 

Soon  as  you  've  got  to  the  dregs  in  your  cup; 

Ain't  any  reason  in  not  forgivin', — 

You  must  keep  on  lovin'  to  keep  on  livin' ; 

Ain't  any  reason  in  not  bein'  true, — 
Make  a  beginnin'  and  carry  it  through; 

Ain't  any  reason,  or  joy,  or  beauty 
In  doin'  anything  less  than  your  duty. 

Boston  Traveler. 


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GOD'S   VOICE    IN    NATURE. 

/^N  echoing  mountains, 
In  murmuring  pines, 

By  musical  fountains. 
In  whispering  winds, 

We  hear  God's  voice. 

The  billows  of  ocean, 

The  flowers  of  earth, 
The  planets  in  motion, 
All  life,  death,  and  birth. 
Bid  man  rejoice. 

A.M.F. 


SUCCESS. 

TT  was  part  of  a  Life — it  grew  out  of  a  thought — 

Conceived  of  the  Heart,  in  the  Brain; 
Witch-child  though  it  was,  in  its  shadowy  form 
It  carried  a  Soul  and  its  pain. 

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Its  footsteps  were  light  as  the  echoes  that  wake 
When  the  thistle-down  floats  in  the  air; 

Its  voice,  gently  low,  and  so  searchingly  sweet. 
Was  the  voice  of  a  Soul,  and  its  prayer. 

It  sang  to  the  World — the  World  went  on  its  way; 

It  sang  to  the  Stars,  and  they  heard; 
They  called  to  the  Singer  through  measureless 
space, 

But  the  Heart  answered  not  to  the  word. 

The  World  listened — awoke — then  went  mad 
with  its  joy; 
The  Soul  bowed  its  glorified  head ; 
The  laurel  leaves  thrilled  not  the  Witch-child  to 
song, 
For  the  Heart  of  the  Singer  was  dead. 

Frances  Sunol-Angus. 

With  all  the  consciousness  of  coming  need, 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  plead 

With  reverent  prayer, 

For  guiding  care, 
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Crumbg  of  Comfort, 

That   strength  of  heart  and  mind  and  soul  in- 
spiring 
May  still  all  mere  desiring; 

That  life,  love,  purity. 
May  lead  with  deeper  surety 
Beyond  the  reach  of  petty  strife 
Into  the  sweep  of  broader  fields  and  freer  life. 

Charlotte  M.  Hoak. 

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WHAT    NOT   TO    LOSE. 

"T^ON'T  lose  courage;  spirit  brave      ^ 
Carry  with  you  to  the  grave. 

Don't  lose  time  in  vain  distress; 
Work,  not  worry,  brings  success. 

Don't  lose  hope;  who  lets  her  stray 
Goes  forlornly  all  the  way. 

Don't  lose  patience,  come  what  will; 
Patience  ofttimes  outruns  skill. 
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Crumbfi!  of  Comfott. 

Don't  lose  gladness;  every  hour 
Blooms  for  you  some  happy  flower. 

Though  be  foiled  your  dearest  plan, 
Don't  lose  faith  in  God  and  man. 

Womankind. 


LIFE'S    GRANDEUR. 

TTTEAVEN  is  not  reached  by  a  single  bound, 
But  we  build  the  ladder  by  which  we  rise 
From  the  lowly  earth  to  the  vaulted  skies. 

And  we  mount  to  its  summit  round  by  round. 

I  count  this  thing  to  be  grandly  true, 
That  a  noble  deed  is  a  step  towards  God, 
Lifting  the  soul  from  the  common  sod 

To  a  purer  air  and  a  broader  view. 

We  rise  by  the  things  that  are  under  our  feet — 
By  what  we  have  mastered  of  good  and  gain  — 
By  the  pride  deposed  and  passion  slain, 
And  the  vanquished  ills  that  we  hourly  meet. 

/.  G.  Holland. 
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Crutnljfl!  of  Comfort. 

There  are  gains  for  all  our  losses; 
There  are  balms  for  all  our  pain. 

Richard  Henry  Stoddard. 

*» 

AFTER   ALL. 

/^  RIEF  is  strong,  but  joy  is  stronger; 

Night  is  long,  but  day  is  longer. 
When  life's  riddle  solves  and  clears, 
And  the  angels  in  our  ears 

Whisper  the  sweet  answer  low 
(Answer  full  of  love  and  blessing), 

How  our  wonderment  will  grow 
At  the  blindness  of  our  guessing; 
All  the  hard  things  we  recall 
Made  so  easy — after  all! 

Earth  is  sweet,  but  heaven  is  sweeter; 
Love  complete,  but  faith  completer. 
Close  beside  our  wandering  ways, 
Through  dark  nights  and  weary  days 
Stand  the  angels  with  bright  eyes; 
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Ctttmbg  of  Comfort* 

And  the  shadow  of  the  cross 

Falls  upon  and  sanctifies 
All  our  pain  and  all  our  loss. 
Though  we  stumble,  though  we  fall, 
God  is  helping — after  all! 

Sigh  then,  soul,  but  sing  in  sighing 
To  the  happier  things  replying; 
Dry  the  tears  that  dim  thy  seeing. 
Give  glad  thoughts  for  Hfe  and  being; 

Time  is  but  the  little  entry 
To  eternity's  large  dwelling. 

And  the  heavenly  guards  keep  sentry, 
Urging,  guiding,  half-compelling. 
Till,  the  puzzhng  way  quite  past. 
Thou  shalt  enter  in  —  at  last! 

^  Susan  Coolidge. 

"  Blessed  be  God,  even  the  Father  of  our  Lord 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Father  of  mercies,  and  the  God 
of  all  comfort.  Who  comforteth  us  in  all  our  trib- 
ulation, that  we  may  be  able  to  comfort  them 
which  are  in  any  trouble,  by  the  comfort  where- 
with we  ourselves  are  comforted  of  God." 

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Ctumbfi  of  Comfort. 


HELP. 

T   EARN  to  help  one  another 
In  the  daily  walks  of  life; 
Be  an  honest  friend,  a  brother, 
Help  to  check  this  pain  and  strife. 

God  has  made  you  for  a  purpose, 
He  has  given  you  brain  and  hand; 

Use  them  firmly,  use  them  nobly. 
Save  the  fallen  in  your  land. 

Pass  not  by  the  rich  and  scornful, 
Nor  the  weak  and  sinful  one; 

Show  to  all,  by  word  and  action, 
How  the  noble  deeds  are  done. 

Then  spurn  not,  despise  not,  judge  not, 
But  life's  greatest  pleasure  seek; 

Learn  God's  grandest,  truest  lesson,  — 
Help  the  fallen,  help  the  weak. 

A.  M.  F. 


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Crumbfii  of  Comforts 


SOW. 

^lOW  with  a  generous  hand; 
^^  Pause  not  for  toil  or  pain; 
Weary  not  through  the  heat  of  summer, 

Weary  not  through  the  cold  spring  rain; 
But  wait  till  the  autumn  comes 

For  the  sheaves  of  golden  grain. 

Sow,  and  look  onward,  upward, 
Where  the  starry  light  appears, — 

Where,  in  spite  of  the  coward's  doubting. 
Or  your  own  heart's  trembling  fears, 

You  shall  reap  in  joy  the  harvest 
You  have  sown  to-day  in  tears. 

Adelaide  A,  Proctor. 

"  Not  by  appointment  do  we  meet  delight 
And  joy;  they  heed  not  our  expectancy; 
But  round  some  corner  in  the  street  of  life 
They,  on  a  sudden,  clasp  us  with  a  smile.'* 

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Crttmbfi  of  Comfort* 


RECEIPT   FOR   GOOD   TIMES. 

I^HEER  up.     Keep  cool. 

Joke  as  often  as  possible. 

Put  your  best  foot  forward. 

Have  faith,  and  struggle  on. 

Think  of  the  sunshine  of  life,  not  its  clouds. 

Think,  after  all,  how  short  Ufe  is,  and  make 
the  best  of  it. 

Walk  erect  like  an  honest  man,  not  stooped 
over  like  a  thief. 

Consult  Mark  Twain,  rather  than  Burton's 
"Anatomy  of  Melancholy." 

Pay  your  bills  promptly,  and  that  will  help 
some  other  struggler  in  the  battle  of  life. 

Find  one  more  unfortunate  than  yourself,  and 
content  will  find  the  place  of  complaint. 

Dress  neatly.  Some  men  foolishly  suppose  the 
harder  up  they  look,  the  more  sympathy  they 
will  receive.  It  is  just  the  reverse. —  The  Select 
Friend. 


Crumbfi  of  Comfort. 


NEW   YEAR'S   GREETING. 

TTAWAII  Nei,  Hawaii  Nei, 

Dear  tropic  land  of  song  and  lei, 
"  Farewell  to  thee,''  the  Old  Year  sings, 
A  greeting  glad  the  New  Year  brings, 
And  message  fraught  with  kindly  cheer 
For  parents,  friends,  and  children  dear. 
"I  bring,"  he  says,  "in  plenty,  rain, 
And  taro,  rice,  and  sugar-cane. 
I  bring  you  hope;  I  bring  you  peace: 
Away  with  care!     Let  sorrow  cease. 
I  bring  to  you,  Hawaii  Nei, 
Akua's  smiles  to  light  the  way." 

A.  M.  F. 


^ 


"Is  THY   cruse  of  comfort   wasting?     Rise   and 

share  it  with  another. 
And  through  all  the  years  of  famine  it  shall  serve 

thee  and  thy  brother. 


Crumbfii  of  Comfort 

Love  divine  will  fill  thy  storehouse,  or  thy  hand- 
ful shall  renew; 

Scanty  fare  for  one  will  often  make  a  royal  feast 
for  two. 

For  the  heart  grows  rich  in  giving;  all  its  wealth 

is  living  grain; 
Seeds,  which   mildew  in   the  garner,   scattered 

fill  with  gold  the  plain." 

A    LITTLE   CHILD. 

r INHERE  'S  nothing  more  pure  in  heaven, 

And  nothing  on  earth  more  mild, 
More  full  of  light  that  is  all  divine. 
Than  the  smile  of  a  little  child. 

The  sinless  lips  half  parted, 

With  breath  as  sweet  as  the  air, 
And  the  light  that  seems  so  glad  to  shine 

In  the  gold  of  the  sunny  hair. 

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0  little  one,  smile  and  bless  me! 

For,  somehow,  —  I  know  not  why, — 

1  feel  in  my  soul,  when  children  smile, 
That  angels  are  passing  by. 

I  feel  that  the  gates  of  heaven 

Are  nearer  than  I  knew; 
That  the  light  and  the  hope  of  that  sweeter  world, 

Like  the  dawn,  are  breaking  through. 

Selected. 

THE   COMFORT   OF   THE    PROMISES. 

TTPON  life's  journey  are  you  growing  weary, 
And  by  its  burdens  are  you  sore  oppressed? 
These  words  come  softly  o'er  the  pathway  dreary, 
"Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest." 

Within  your  heart  are  strife  and  tumult  raging? 

Kneel  down  alone,  in  silent,  trustful  prayer; 
And  when  you  touch  the  hand  of  the  Eternal, 

"  The  peace  of  God"  shall  rest  upon  you  there. 

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Crumija;  of  Comfort. 

Are  darkness  and  thick  clouds  above,  around  you, 
Obscuring  every  blessing  from  your  sight? 

Again  there  come  sweet  words,  so  full  of  comfort: 
He  says,  "At  eventide  it  shall  be  light." 

Footsore  and  travel-stained,  nigh  unto  fainting, 
The  way  seems  long;  what  shall  its  ending  be? 

This  is  the  answer, — let  your  heart  repeat  it, — 
"  Thy  rod,  thy  staff,  they  surely  comfort  me." 

Do  anxious  cares  drive  from  your  eyelids  slumber? 

Know  that  this  promise  He  will  surely  keep; 
Rest  in  sweet  peace;  be  this  your  consolation, 

"  For  so  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep." 

And  of  the  future  do  grave  doubts  assail  you? 

And  do  you  fear  to  breast  the  final  tide? 
Sweetest  of  all,  these  words  come  softly  stealing, 

"When  I  awake  with  Thee,  I  shall  be  satisfied." 

Charles  H.  Allen. 


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CRUMBS. 
''"DE  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God!  " 

"  Though  thou  hast  time  but  for  a  line, 
Be  that  sublime; 
Not  failure,  but  low  aim,  is  crime." 

"  Then  bring  thy  many  wants  to  Him, 
Thy  empty  vessels  not  a  few, 
And  not  in  drops,  but  to  the  brim. 
He  '11  pour  out  sacred  oil  to  you." 

Calmly  resolute  in  duty,  brave  in  conflict, 
patient  in  suffering,  let  us  go  our  way,  keeping 
to  our  road,  and  neither  swerving  from  it  nor 
loitering  in  it.  —  Spurgeon. 

"  Trust  no  Future,  however  pleasant! 
Let  the  dead  Past  bury  its  dead! 
Act, —  act  in  the  living  Present! 
Heart  within,  and  God  o'erhead!" 

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Crumbfi  of  Comfort. 

CRUMBS. 

To  Truth's  house  there  is  a  single  door, 
Which  is  Experience.     He  teaches  best, 
Who  feels  the  hearts  of  all  men  in  his  breast. 
And  knows  their  strength  or  weakness  through 
his  own.  Bayard  Taylor. 

"  Build  up  heroic  lives,  and  all 

Be  like  a  sheathen  saber. 
Ready  to  flash  out  at  God's  call, 

O  Chivalry  of  labor! 
Triumph  and  toil  are  twins;  and  aye 

Joy  suns  the  cloud  of  sorrow; 
And 't  is  the  martyrdom  to-day 

Brings  victory  to-morrow." 

"There!  little  girl;  don't  cry! 

They  have  broken  your  heart,  I  know; 
And  the  rainbow  gleams 
Of  your  youthful  dreams 
Are  things  of  the  long  ago; 
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CRUMBS. 

But  heaven  holds  all  for  which  you  sigh  — 
There!  little  girl;  don't  cry!" 

"  A  SMOOTH  sea  never  made  a  skillful  mariner." 

Write  your  name  in  kindness,  love,  and  mercy 
on  the  hearts  of  those  you  come  in  contact  with, 
and  you  will  never  be  forgotten.  —  Chalmers. 

"Keep  pushing!  'tis  wiser  than  sitting  aside, 
And  sighing  and  watching  and  waiting  the  tide; 
In  hfe's  earnest  battle  they  only  prevail, 
Who  daily  march  onward  and  never  say  fail." 

"  He  who  from  zone  to  zone 
Guides  through  the  boundless  sky  thy  certain  flight, 

In  the  long  way  that  I  must  tread  alone 
Will  guide  my  steps  aright." 

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Crttmbfi  ot  Comfort* 

CRUMBS. 

My  doctern  is  to  lay  aside 

Contentions,  and  be  satisfied; 

Jest  do  your  best,  and  praise  er  blame 

That  follerSj  that  comes  jest  the  same. 

I  've  alius  noticed  great  success 

Is  mixed  with  troubles,  more  or  less, 

And  it 's  the  man  who  does  the  best 

That  gits  more  kicks  than  all  the  rest. 

James  Whitcomb  Riley, 

To  THE  giver  shall  be  given; 

If  thou  wouldst  walk  in  light, 

Make  other  spirits  bright; 

Who,   seeking  for   himself  alone,   ever  entered 

heaven? 
In  blessing  we  are  blest. 
In  labor  find  our  rest; 
If  we  bend  not  to  the  world's  work,  heart  and 

hand  and  brain. 
We  have  lived  our  life  in  vain. 

C.  Seymour. 

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Crttmlifii  of  Comfort 


CRUMBS. 


There  is  too  much  hopelessness  and  helpless- 
ness in  our  religion.  It  should  be,  and  was  in- 
tended to  be,  the  most  inspiring  thing  under  the 
sun.  You  and  God  are  one  in  essence.  You 
are  a  candle  lighted  from  the  blazing  orb  of  om- 
nipotence, and,  though  you  cannot  fill  the  world 
as  omnipotence  does,  you  can  fill  your  little 
circle  and  do  your  little  work,  with  the  great 
reservoir  to  draw  from  whenever  you  will.  When 
you  are  at  His  service,  He  is  at  yours.  —  George 
H.  Hepworth. 

"We  know  not  where  His  islands  lift 
Their  fronded  palms  in  air; 
We  only  know  we  cannot  drift 
Beyond  His  love  and  care." 

"  It  pays  to  give  a  helping  hand 
To  eager,  earnest  youth. 
To  note,  with  all  their  waywardness, 
Their  courage  and  their  truth; 

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Crtttntfi  of  Comfort. 

CRUMBS. 

"  To  strive  with  sympathy  and  love 
Their  confidence  to  win. 
It  pays  to  open  wide  the  heart 
And  let  the  sunshine  in." 

In  men  whom  we  declare  divine 

I  see  so  much  of  sin  and  blot,  — 
In  men  whom  others  class  as  ill 
I  see  so  much  of  goodness  still, 
I  hesitate  to  draw  the  line 
Where  God  has  not. 

Burns  and  Byron. 

I  WANT  to  keep  thinking  that  God 's  as  true, 
And  the  grass  as  green  and  the  skies  as  blue. 
As  they  used  to  be  when  my  life  was  young. 
And  the  bird  of  the  morn  to  my  spirit  sung. 
I  want  to  look  out  through  my  time-dimmed  eyes 
To  the  ships  of  mist  in  the  seas  of  skies, 
And  feel  that  the  hand  that  guides  them  there 
Will  still  for  my  faltering  footsteps  care. 

A.  J.   Waterhouse. 
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Ctttittbd  of  Comfort* 

CRUMBS. 

Truth  only  needs  to  be  for  once  spoke  out, 
And  there's  such   music   in  her,  such  strange 

rhythm, 
As  makes  men's  memories  her  joyous  slaves, 
And  clings  around  the  soul,  as  the  sky  clings 
Round  the  mute  earth,  forever  beautiful. 
And,  if  o'erclouded,  only  to  burst  forth 
More  all-embracingly  divine  and  clear; 
Get  but  the  truth  once  uttered,  and  't  is  like 
A  star,  new-born,  that  drops  into  its  place, 
And  which,  once  circling  in  its  placid  round, 
Not  all  the  tumult  of  the  earth  can  shake. 

Lowell. 

"  He  goes  bravely  through  the  world,  who  bears 
with  him  the  spirit  of  the  morning." 

Let  us  so  Uve  that  the  reaction  from  our  lives 
will  be  a  benediction  on  ourselves —  a  blessing  to 
others. 


y 


Crumiifi  of  Comfort. 

CRUMBS. 

Every  pulse  of  my  heart  says,  Onward  —  on- 
ward and  upward  !  Tarry  not  by  the  way;  but 
on  and  on  and  on ! 

Man's  true  work  is  seeking  nourishment  for 
his  soul;  and  when  he  makes  this  the  chief  end 
of  his  existence,  I  am  sure  that  sweet  peace  will 
be  his  portion.  — E.  H. 

"  Do  NOT  look  at  life's  long  sorrow. 

See  how  small  each  moment's  pain; 
God  will  help  thee  for  to-morrow, 
So  each  day  begin  again." 

"Build  a  little  fence  of  trust  around  to-day; 

Fill  the  space  with  earnest  deeds,  and  therein 
stay. 

Look  not  through  the  sheltering  bars  upon  to- 
morrow, — 

God  will  help  you  bear  what  comes,  of  joy  or 


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Cvnmh6  of  Comfort* 

CRUMBS. 

"Why  fret  thee,  Soul, 
For  things  beyond  thy  small  control? 
Why  fret  thee,  too, 
For  needed  things  that  thou  canst  do? 

Whatever  thou  canst  help — help! 
Whate'er  thou  canst  not — with  no  useless  worry 
bear." 

Life  is  a  burden  —  bear  it; 

Life  is  a  duty  —  dare  it; 

Life  is  a  thorn-crown  —  wear  it. 

Though  it  break  your  heart  in  twain. 

Though  the  burden  crush  you  down, 

Close  your  lips  and  hide  your  pain; 

First  the  cross  and  then  the  crown. 

Father  Ryan. 

But  why,  alas  !  do  mortal  men  complain? 
God  gives  what  He  knows  our  wants  require. 
And  better  things  than  those  which  we  desire. 

Dry  den. 
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Crumlifi  of  Comforts 

CRUMBS. 

"  For  every  evil  under  the  sun 
There  is  a  remedy,  or  there  is  none. 
If  there  is  one,  try  to  find  it; 
If  there  is  none,  never  mind  it." 

Come,  brother,  be  a  king  with  me. 
And  rule  mankind  eternally; 
Lift  up  the  weak,  and  cheer  the  strong. 
Defend  the  truth,  combat  the  wrong  I 
You  '11  find  no  scepter  like  the  pen 
To  hold  and  sway  the  hearts  of  men. 

Eugene  Field. 

The  night 
Brought  her  to  her  lone  chamber,  and  she  knelt 
And  prayed,  with  many  tears,  to  Him  whose  hand 
Touches  the  wounded  heart  and  it  is  healed. 
With  prayer  there  came  new  thoughts  and  new 

desires. 
She  asked  for  patience,  and  a  deeper  love 
For  those  with  whom  her  lot  was  henceforth  cast, 
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CRUMBS. 


And  that  in  acts  of  mercy  she  might  lose 
The  sense  of  her  own  sorrow.     When  she  rose 
A  weight  was  Hfted  from  her  heart.     She  sought 
Her  couch,  and  slept  a  long  and  peaceful  sleep. 
At  morn  she  woke  to  a  new  life.     Her  days 
Henceforth  were  given  to  quiet  tasks  of  good 
In  the  great  world.     Men  hearkened  to  her  words, 
And  wondered  at  their  wisdom,  and  obeyed, 
And  saw  how  beautiful  the  law  of  love 
Can  make  the  cares  and  toils  of  daily  life. 

Bryant. 

And  only  the  Master  shall  praise  us,  and  only 

the  Master  shall  blame. 
And  no  one  shall  work  for  money,  and  no  one 

shall  work  for  fame, 
But  each  for  the  joy  of  working,  and  each  in  his 

separate  star 
Shall  draw  the  Thing  as  he  sees  It,  for  the  God 

of  Things  as  They  Are. 

Rudyard  Kipling, 


Crumijfii  of  Comfort. 

CRUMBS. 

"  He  is  dead,  whose  hand  is  not  open  wide 
To  help  the  need  of  a  human  brother; 
He  doubles  the  length  of  his  lifelong  ride, 

Who  of  his  fortune  gives  to  another; 
And  a  thousand  million  lives  are  his. 
Who  carries  the  world  in  his  sympathies." 

'*  Where   the  many  toil   together,  there  am   I 
among  my  own; 

Where  the  tired  workman  sleepeth,  there  am  I 
with  him  alone. 

I,  the  peace  that  passeth  knowledge,  dwell  amid 
the  daily  strife; 

I,  the  bread  of  heaven,  am  broken  in  the  sacra- 
ment of  life. 

Every  task,  however  simple,  sets  the  soul  that 
does  it  free; 

Every  deed  of  love  and  mercy  done  to  man  is 
done  to  Me." 

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Crumifli  of  Comfort* 

CRUMBS. 

"There  's  joy  enough  in  the  country;  it 's  thrill- 
ing the  world  along; 

The  green  fields  thrill  with  music  —  the  rivers 
ripple  a  song; 

After  the  weary  winters  the  summers  brighten 
each  slope, 

And  ever  we  hear  the  ringing  of  the  silvery  bells 
of  Hope. 

There 's  joy  enough  in  the  country;  if  only  we  'd 

find  the  way 
To  the  beauty  of  the  morning  —  the  perfectness 

of  the  day. 
Sorrow  is  only  for  a  night,  and  sorrow  shall  not 

destroy 
While  we  hear  from  the  highest  heavens  the  bells 

of  Hope  and  Joy. " 

"As  ONE  whom  his  mother  comforteth,  so  will  I 
comfort  you." 

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CRUMBS. 

'' Comfort  your  hearts,  and   stablish   you   in 
every  good  word  and  work." 

"  In  the  multitude  of  my  thoughts  within  me, 
thy  comforts  deHght  my  soul." 

Better  to  hope,  though  the  clouds  hang  low. 

And  to  keep  the  eyes  still  lifted; 
For  the  sweet  blue  sky  will  soon  peep  through 

When  the  ominous  clouds  are  rifted ! 
There  was  never  a  night  without  a  day, 

Or  an  evening  without  a  morning; 
And  the  darkest  hour,  as  the  proverb  goes, 

Is  just  before  the  dawning. 

Mrs.  M.  A.  Kidder. 

So  LIVE  that  when  thy  summons  comes  to  join 
The  innumerable  caravan  which  moves 
To  that  mysterious  realm  where  each  shall  take 
His  chamber  in  the  silent  halls  of  death, 
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CRUMBS. 


Thou  go  not,  like  the  quarry-slave  at  night, 
Scourged   to   his   dungeon,   but,   sustained   and 

soothed 
By  an  unfaltering  trust,  approach  thy  grave. 
Like  one  that  wraps  the  drapery  of  his  couch 
About  him,  and  lies  down  to  pleasant  dreams. 

Bryant. 

But  since  we  are  only  plain  lovers  of  God, 

As  He  rides  on  the  storm-wind,  or  springs  from 

the  sod, 
Or  rolls  o'er  the  surges,  or  walks  on  the  strand, 
Or  scatters  His  plenteous  gifts  o'er  the  land; 
And  since  we  are  not  scientists,  nor  ever  shall  be, 
It  is  not  with  scientists'  eyes  we  should  see. 
But  the  eyes  of  the  poet,  —  with  eyes  that  can 

look 
Beyond  binding  and  print  to  the  soul  of  the  book; 
For  all  are  but  parts  of  that  wonderful  whole 
Whose  body  is  nature,  and  God  is  the  soul. 

Selected. 

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Crumijd  of  Comfort* 

CRUMBS. 

Patience;  kindness;  generosity;  humility; 
courtesy;  unselfishness;  good  temper;  guileless- 
ness;  sincerity, — these  make  up  the  supreme 
gift,  the  stature  of  the  perfect  man.  — Drummond. 

Ah,  home!  That  is  the  most  comforting  thing 
in  life  for  me.  It  represents  my  all,  —  my  mother 
and  my  brothers,  fond  recollections,  my  worldly 
honor,  life.  How  I  missed  home  while  in  the  army, 
and  oh,  how  comforting  to  be  installed  therein 
again  !  What  joy  to  be  wrapped  in  my  mother's 
arms,  and  to  receive  the  honest  welcome  of  my 
brothers  !  After  marching  through  the  streets  of 
our  city  to  the  strains  of  "  See,  the  Conquering 
Hero  Comes,"  and  receiving  the  plaudits  of  the 
masses,  I  fairly  ran  home.  Never  before  did  I 
realize  the  joy,  the  comfort,  of  "  home,  sweet 
homeJ'  —  M.A.N. 

"  God  measures  souls  by  their  capacity 
For  entertaining  his  best  Angel,  Love. 

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Crumbfii  of  Comfort* 

CRUMBS. 

Who  loveth  most  is  nearest  kin  to  God, 
Who  is  all  love,  or  Nothing. 

'^  He  who  sits 
And  looks  out  on  the  palpitating  world, 
And  feels  his  heart  swell  in  him  large  enough 
To  hold  all  men  within  it,  he  is  near 
His  great  Creator's  standard,  though  he  dwells 
Outside  the  pale  of  churches,  and  knows  not 
A  feast-day  from  a  fast-day,  or  a  line 
Of  Scripture  even.     What  God  wants  of  us 
Is  that  outreaching  bigness  that  ignores 
All  littleness  of  aims,  or  loves,  or  creeds, 
And  clasps  all  Earth  and  Heaven  in  its  embrace." 

No  DOUBT  we  shall  all  fly  home  at  last,  like  a 
flock  of  pigeons  that  were  once  turned  loose 
snow-white  from  the  sky,  and  made  to  descend 
and  fight  everything  else  for  a  poor  living  amid 
soot  and  mire.  If,  then,  the  hand  of  the  unseen 
Fancier  is  stretched  forth  to  draw  us  in,  how  can 
He   possibly   smite   any   one   of   us,  or  cast  us 

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Crtimbfii  of  Comfort, 

CRUMBS. 

away,  because  we  come  back  to  Him  black  and 
blue  with  bruises,  and  besmudged  and  bedrag- 
gled past  all  recognition?  —  James  Lane  Allen. 

"  It  IS  said  that  when  the  mollusk 

Hides  within  its  narrow  shell 
Bits  of  sand  or  tiny  pebbles 

Which  it  cannot  forth  expel, 
That  it  shrinks  not  from  the  chafing, 

Nor  laments  its  presence  there, 
But  at  once  begins  to  form  them 

Into  pearls  of  beauty  rare." 

"  Whene'er  is  spoken  a  noble  thought, 
Whene'er  a  noble  deed  is  wrought. 
Our  hearts  in  glad  surprise 
To  higher  levels  rise. 
The  tidal  wave  of  deeper  souls 
Into  our  inmost  being  rolls. 
And  lifts  us  unawares 
Out  of  all  meaner  cares." 

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Crumbfl;  of  Comfort. 

CRUMBS. 

Build  thee  more  stately  mansions,  O  my  soul, 

As  the  swift  seasons  roll! 
Leave  thy  low-vaulted  past! 

Let  each  new  temple,  nobler  than  the  last, 
Shut  thee  from  heaven  with  a  dome  more  vast, 

Till  thou  at  length  art  free. 
Leaving  thine  outgrown  shell  by  life's  unresting 
sea.  Holmes. 


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There  is  good  in  everything. 

Don't  give  in!     Be  up  and  doing  like  a  man! 

Live  in  peace,  and  trust  God  to  help. 

From  rough  outsides  serene  and  gentle  influ- 
ences often  proceed. 

There's  no  situation  in  life  so  bad  that  it  can't 
be  mended. 

Every  failure  teaches  a  man  something,  if  he 
will  learn. 


Ill 


Crtitnbfii  of  Comfort. 

CRUMBS. 

Nothing  can  be  won  without  anxiety  and  care. 

The  men  who  learn  endurance  are  they  who 
call  the  whole  world  brother. 

How  much  great  minds  have  suffered  for  truth 
in  every  age  and  time! 

The  hardest  and  best-borne  trials  are  those 
which  are  never  chronicled  in  any  earthly  record. 

I  know  that  we  must  trust  and  hope,  and 
neither  doubt  ourselves  nor  doubt  the  good  in 
one  another. 

This  world  is  a  world  for  action,  not  for  mop- 
ing and  droning  in. 

Things  cannot  turn  up  of  themselves.  We 
must,  in  a  measure,  assist  them  to  turn  up. 

Cheerfulness  and  content  are  great  beautifiers, 
and  are  famous  preservers  of  good  looks. 

Many  happy  new  years,  unbroken  friendship , 
great  accumulation  of  cheerful  recollections,  af- 
fection on  earth,  and  heaven  at  last,  for  all  of 
us.  —  Dickens. 


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Ctttmijfi  of  Comfort. 


TWENTY-THIRD    PSALM. 

rilHE  Lord  is  my  shepherd;  I  shall  not  want. 
2.  He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  green  pas- 
tures: he  leadeth  me  beside  the  still  waters. 

3.  He  restoreth  my  soul:  he  leadeth  me  in  the 
paths  of  righteousness  for  his  name's  sake. 

4.  Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of 
the  shadow  of  death,  I  will  fear  no  evil:  for  thou 
art  with  me;  thy  rod  and  thy  staff  they  comfort 
me.  ' 

5.  Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me  in  the 
presence  of  mine  enemies:  thou  anointest  my 
head  with  oil;  my  cup  runneth  over. 

6.  Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me 
all  the  days  of  my  life:  and  I  will  dwell  in  the 
house  of  the  Lord  forever. 


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Crumifi  of  (!Domf0rt. 


NINETY- FIRST    PSALM. 

irrE  that  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place  of  the 
Most  High  shall  abide  under  the  shadow 
of  the  Almighty. 

,2.  I  will  say  of  the  Lord,  he  is  my  refuge  and 
my  fortress:  my  God;  in  him  will  I  trust. 

3.  Surely  he  shall  deliver  thee  from  the  snare 
of  the  fowler,  and  from  the  noisome  pestilence. 

4.  He  shall  cover  thee  with  his  feathers,  and 
under  his  wings  shalt  thou  trust:  his  truth  shall 
be  thy  shield  and  buckler. 

5.  Thou  shalt  not  be  afraid  for  the  terror  by 
night;  nor  for  the  arrow  that  flieth  by  day; 

6.  Nor  for  the  pestilence  that  walketh  in  dark- 
ness; nor  for  the  destruction  that  wasteth  at 
noonday. 

7.  A  thousand  shall  fall  at  thy  side,  and  ten 
thousand  at  thy  right  hand;  but  it  shall  not 
come  nigh  thee. 

8.  Only  with  thine  eyes  shalt  thou  behold  and 
see  the  reward  of  the  wicked. 

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Cntmftfi  of  Comfort. 

9.  Because  thou  hast  made  the  Lord,  which  is 
my  refuge,  even  the  Most  High,  thy  habitation; 

10.  There  shall  no  evil  befall  thee,  neither 
shall  any  plague  come  nigh  thy  dwelling. 

11.  For  he  shall  give  his  angels  charge  over 
thee,  to  keep  thee  in  all  thy  ways. 

12.  They  shall  bear  thee  up  in  their  hands, 
lest  thou  dash  thy  foot  against  a  stone. 

13.  Thou  shalt  tread  upon  the  lion  and  adder: 
the  young  lion  and  the  dragon  shalt  thou  trample 
under  feet. 

14.  Because  he  hath  set  his  love  upon  me, 
therefore  will  I  deliver  him:  I  will  set  him  on 
high,  because  he  hath  known  my  name. 

15.  He  shall  call  upon  me,  and  I  will  answer 
him:  I  will  be  with  him  in  trouble;  I  will  de- 
liver him,  and  honor  him. 

16.  With  long  life  will  I  satisfy  him,  and  show 
him  my  salvation.  —  Bible, 


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